A/N: Oh my children! **Coughs delicately** I know it's hard to believe, but I had teh consumptions. Also, scabies, and uh... scurvy. And fallen arches.
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WARNING: This is the long-awaited smut chapter! I was going to say that only the middle section is truly unsafe for those who don't like smut, but in reality the first and third bits are risque as well. So, if in doubt, skip!
I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. I make no money on this whatsoever. This is pure, undiluted pleasure for me... Including the fact that I enjoy envisioning both JK Rowling and the executives at Time Warner naked, so BONUS.
Chapter Ten
Oh yes. Severus was a quivering blancmange of need; a steaming mass of manly goo into which I wanted to dive.
I cocked my head, rethinking that metaphor, because ew.
He was a mountain of yearning man muscle just waiting for me to scale him, conquer him, and plant my little Gryffindor flag over his summit.
Ah, yes. That's the ticket.
So, if he wanted me so badly, why was my personal Mt. Everest sitting over there on my hideous couch hiding his erection with a cushion and not sprawled nekkid in my bed? And why had he put on his frock coat over that sexy red shirt like he was donning armor?
I licked my lips in invitation.
He cleared his throat and said, "Your beauty illuminates my darkest night."
I leaned away, alarmed.
He tried again. "Your face shines, the lighthouse that guides my ship to shore."
"What are you doing?" My voice cracked, and I sat heavily next to him. Biting my lip, I tried to rummage sexily beneath the cushion, but he smacked my hand away.
Severus scowled, clutching the pillow in a white-knuckled grasp. Sucking air in through his teeth, he hissed, "Your dulcet tones could charm the birds from the air and…" he floundered, "And… small mammals from surrounding shrubbery." He looked at me expectantly.
I thought about that for a moment. "Well, yes. I am a Charms Mistress, and I do know that spell." Perhaps my Snape was nervous and wanted to diffuse the tension a bit with chit chat before getting down to business. Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, I searched for a suitable response. "And your voice makes children cry. Many children. Many tears."
We stared at each other. Surely that's got to be enough gabbing.
I grasped my skirt and slid the hem up my thighs a good five inches. Good boy. Look at my pretty legs. All for Severus. I rubbed them together, thinking how good it would feel to have his face buried between them. Oh, yes. While holding his gaze, I pictured him with his shoulders wedging my thighs far apart, his tongue stroking my clit in broad, firm licks like a cat. Severus would pull back just long enough to spank me sharply on my cunt before diving back in, tongue dancing… fingers plunging…
He lunged off the couch, still holding that stupid pillow in front of my primary region of interest.
"I'm sorry. Was the spanking too much?"
"No, no. It was really very effective, Hermione." Severus ran a hand down his face. "You are a strong and beautiful witch that any wizard would be proud to have at his side," he accused.
I followed him, clapping my hands in delight. "Wonderful. Can we both be naked when I'm at your side? Also, can we be sweaty and horizontal?" I ran my hands down his chest, but paused when I felt something in his breast pocket that crinkled under my fingers. "What's this?" I began to unbutton his robe.
"Hermione, don't…" Torn between holding the pillow that hid what I fantasized to be his impressive erection and stopping my exploration inside his robes, Severus hesitated for just a moment too long. I pulled out a piece of parchment folded several times and a diminutive, dog-eared copy of Wooing: The Ins and Outs of Courting.
He stilled, and I could feel him watching me with trepidation.
"Oh," I whispered and unfolded the parchment. On it, he'd written, "Your beauty illuminates my darkest night," and "Your face shines, the lighthouse that guides my ship to shore." Ship had originally said boat, but he'd crossed it out with a note to himself that ship implied a much larger vessel. In parentheses, he'd added (innuendo.)
"Oh," I repeated. This one curled in my throat like a contented cat, and I ran my fingertip over the words he'd written.
I refolded the paper and tucked it into my bra. It was the first love letter that I'd ever received, and it had come from Severus. He was never getting it back. I turned my attention to the well-worn little book. Returning it to its original size, I opened it at random.
"Hermione, don't think too poorly of me. I told you that I don't have any exp…" Without looking up from the treasure in my hand, I pressed my fingers to his mouth. He kissed them, and the edges of my lips curled.
To woo a witch, one must shower her with compliments. Pick a feature you find especially attractive (whilst remaining respectful) and expound upon it. Be sincere!
Severus had scrawled, "Respectful. Do not mention luscious arse or perky tits."
My eyes darted to his face. He looked mortified. "No, don't look embarrassed. You also have a luscious arse. I think about it all the time. It looked especially fine tonight in those trousers that, you know…" I made a cupping gesture with my free hand. His eyes followed my gesture with interest, although his lips were still pursed.
I flipped to a new page.
What are your witch's hobbies or interest? Engage her in a discussion about them so that she can see you have things in common. Beware! If you do not share many interests with your witch, you would be better off turning your sights towards another female that is more compatible.
His notes said, "Interested in academia, mocking RW, dark chocolate, and snogging. Also, making fun of MM's unfortunate taste in millinery. V. compatible despite H's (possibly perverse?) interest in house elves."
Snape cleared his throat. "I was just kidding about the elves, of course."
I glared and flipped to a new page.
And suddenly, I knew why he was trying to escape my evil, sexual thrall when it was so clear that he wanted to be shackled to my bed and ridden like a naughty pony. (With whips and spurs!)
It would be supremely disrespectful to your witch to attempt to engage her in carnal relations prior to a formal binding. Leave the marriage bed for marriage, and your witch will feel cherished and special.
Unsurprisingly, Severus had scrawled, "Merlin's bloody flux," in a shaking hand.
"OH." It all made sense now in a sweet, sexually-depriving sort of way. "I'm important to you. We're important to you."
He'd been staring fiercely at Glyfborn the Handsome (who was pretending that he wasn't listening), a blush staining his cheeks, but at my words his eyes snapped back to mine. "Of c-. Hermione, of course. Do you think I would have shown up at Potter's anniversary party for anyone? I let a morbidly pregnant woman hug me, for gods' sake. For you."
His words washed over me, soothing a heart which had been sore from our fight and tattered from Ron's repeated infidelity. I stepped towards him and rested my cheek on his chest. Severus dropped the damned cushion and snaked his arms around me, cuddling me close.
"That is so sweet," I muttered against his pectoral, not caring if my lipstick rubbed off on his frock coat. He rested his head on mine, and I felt a thrum of contentment emerge from his throat.
"You are delusional. I'm never sweet," he huffed, sounding not-at-all-displeased.
"No. I'm right. This is sweet. Syrupy, even." With a sudden growl of irritation, I pounded my fists once on his chest. It wasn't strictly necessary, but I do love touching it, and I'll latch onto any excuse. "But you're an idiot."
"What?" He held my elbows cupped in his palms for just a moment before I pulled away.
After flipping to the title page of the book, I showed it to him. "Will you please read this publication date?"
"1927."
"And don't you think societal mores and norms might have changed in the last eighty years?"
"Minerva assured me that this one hadn't."
I allowed myself to be momentarily diverted from the topic at hand. "Oh my god! You asked Minerva about our sex life?"
"Hermione, she's like a mother to me!"
"Oh my god, you'd ask your mother about our sex life?"
Severus hissed and grabbed me by the shoulders. "I. Wanted. You. To. Feel. Special." He punctuated each word with a small shake, before crushing his lips to mine.
"Mmmmm…" I grumbled and thrust my tongue into his mouth. With his long hair wrapped around my fingers, and his hands cupping my bum so that he could rub his erection against me, I felt we were finally communicating. When his kiss had slid to my neck, I groaned, "Severus, take me to bed. Please don't make me beg."
He stilled, his crooked teeth pressed against the muscle where my neck and shoulder met. "Are you sure? Will you feel the same way in the morning? It would be… unsettling to me if you had… regrets."
Pulling back, I looked him directly in his dark eyes, and let him see. We were silent until he blinked and shivered. "No regrets," I whispered and took his hand, leading him to my bed.
His arm curled under my neck, supporting me as he pressed lazy kisses to my jaw. "You are lovely," he murmured, and then dragged the tip of his tongue around the shell of my ear. He lay next to me, leaving his other hand free to unzip my dress and sneak inside to stroke the soft skin of my belly tentatively with his fingertips.
It was… nice, I suppose.
Snape pulled far enough away to peel my bodice down before leaning over to place reverent kisses on my breastbone. "Darling," he whispered. He took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling the remnants of my perfume.
I looked up at the tin ceiling tiles. There were eleven lengthwise and ten widthwise, and each tile was a square foot. Therefore, my room was 110 ft². Light as silk, his fingers traced the lines of my clavicle. I wondered how tall my walls were. I could calculate the cubic feet, then.
"Snape?" I asked.
He made a soft noise of inquiry while placing butterfly kisses against my temple.
"Every night I think about you and touch myself."
Severus stilled and then pulled back to look at me. I licked the quizzical quirk of his mouth and then continued, "Sometimes, I think about sucking your cock while you're sitting at your desk. In my fantasies, you are wearing your frock coat with every single button done up tightly, and your dragonhide boots are on your feet, but the placket of your trousers is open, and your gorgeous cock is out and shoved down my throat."
Against my leg, his semi-soft erection hardened magnificently, and his hand left its innocent perch near my neck to slide up the inside of my thigh.
"That's very naughty, Hermione. It's wrong to consider using my office for such a dirty thing."
"I know. I'm very sorry." I tried to sound contrite, but it was hard when talking dirty was making me breathless, and oh-my-god, he'd better be going where I thought he was going with those fingers.
"What happens next in this fantasy of yours? I need to know so that I know best how to punish you later," his voice had deepened, and his hand slipped between my legs to press hard against my mound. I resisted my immediate impulse to rub against him.
"Well, I'm completely naked and kneeling between your thighs. One of your hands is wrapped around the base of your shaft and the other is tangled in my hair, forcing me to take you deeper in my throat."
His hips shifted. "Good girl for including such vivid detail. But, Ms. Granger, you're very, very wet. Much wetter than before you admitted wanting to use me in such a fashion." Here he allowed his fingers to push aside the crotch of my panties and pinch my clit. "Could it be that you are enjoying telling me about all of your dirty, perverted fantasies?"
"Oh, never, sir!" I cried out as he slid two fingers down either side of my nubbin.
"Very well. You may continue in your recitation, Ms. Granger."
"Yes, sir. I suck you hard, as hard as I can, swirling my tongue over your tip every time I get to the top. I can tell you're close because I can feel your cock twitching and getting even thicker-" I cried out then because he bit my nipple hard through my bra, and I couldn't help but grind against his hand where it lay once more pressed tight against my mound.
"You will not rub against me like a woman of easy virtue, Ms. Granger." His tongue slid down between my breasts chasing a bead of sweat. "Do you understand?"
When I didn't respond, he hissed, "Do. You. Understand?" Every word was punctuated by a light slap to my clit.
"Yes, oh yes! YES!" I shouted as I experienced a minor trembler orgasm.
Severus looked at me with something akin to adoration in his eyes. "Pray continue before I lose my patience, Ms. Granger."
"Yeh-yes, sir. My mouth waters for you, sir. I suck you until your eyes cross, but before you come in my mouth, you pull me up and flip me over so that I'm face down on your desk."
"Do I fuck you there on my desk? Do I push your face down to my blotter and plow into you from behind?" His voice rasped against my ear, and I nodded frantically, rolling my hips. Severus groaned and undid the clasp of my bra, sucking my nipple between his teeth. His pointer and middle fingers slid in and out of me with an obscene, wet noise.
"Gods, you filthy girl. Get on your hands and knees with your panties pulled down to mid-thigh, and pull your skirt up to your waist."
I bit my lip and hastened to comply, although I was sad to lose sight of him.
Severus's hand came down without warning, falling firmly between my legs. I rocked forward, my eyes wide. This was more like it.
Again, his hand stung my cunt, and I cried out. Once more his hand connected, and then he Vanished my panties and spread my legs wider.
"Please, Severus."
"Your pussy is glorious, Ms. Granger." I felt one of his digits slide slowly into me. It was slightly curled, and the pad of his finger rubbed me just right. "Surely you don't think I'm going to deny myself the pleasures of it before I take you?"
I felt him shift on the bed behind me, and then his face was between my legs, licking my swollen and abused clit gently. He groaned and cupped his hands on my arse. "Settle on my face, Hermione. Let me kiss and lick you."
"Yesss," I moaned and rode his tongue as he dragged it to my hole and slid it inside. It twisted and turned, exploring every inch of my canal, greedily sucking the moisture off of my tender flesh. Before I could take another breath, I came screaming on his face.
He teased me for another moment with gentle, loose kisses, but when I calmed, he flipped me on my back and kneeled, sitting on his heels. I realized muzzily that he was still completely clothed. "Severus, take your shirt off and come here to me." I opened my arms.
"Dirty girls don't get to tell me what to do or how to take them," he growled. My eyes popped open, and I felt the lassitude received from that man's talented tongue sluice off me like water off a roof. Snape was staring at me with hot eyes, his mouth quirked in a half-smile as he unbuttoned his trousers.
With each successive button, my eyes got wider as it dawned on me that he wasn't wearing underwear. I could see the tip of his rosy cock protruding from the top of his half-open pants. A gleam of liquid shone there, and mesmerized, I watched as he palmed it and slowly rubbed it up and down his shaft, while his other hand slipped the remaining three buttons free, granting me with a complete view of that beautiful organ.
"Oh gods," I choked, watching one of his hands move up and down while the other snuck beneath the fabric of his trousers to cup his balls. "Severus, I want to…"
"No," he said. "You may not touch me." He licked his palm and stroked his cock with firmer strokes, and I stared, open-mouthed, as his moistened shaft glistened in the dim light of my bedroom. He groaned and arched, thrusting himself more firmly into his fist. His crow eyes burned as he stared at me and masturbated.
"Oh god, please," I moaned.
"No. Lay back and let me see you touch yourself, Hermione. Spread your legs wider." When I complied, he choked out, "Gods, you're gorgeous. Tease that pretty pussy for me." His hand worked harder, and I watched him suck his lower lip into his mouth until it popped free on a moan, shiny and wet.
"Please, Severus. Please. I need you." I felt fractured, disjointed from my normal, orderly thought processes. All I knew was that I wanted Snape to pin me down and fuck me with that thick, pink cock. "Pleeeease," I whined, stroking my clit furiously.
He pushed his trousers down his hips and leaned over me, almost casually removing my hand from my cunt. "All right," he said, and sucked my fingers into his mouth. With a precision that I'd come to expect from him, Severus slipped inside me. His eyes locked on mine, his cheeks hollowed from laving my digits, he fucked me slow and hard, every slide stretching me until I groaned from the pleasure. Three years of celibacy had left me so tight that each stroke split me in two, and every time he pulled out, I'd hook my heels around his legs and pull him back in so that I could revel in that glorious fullness.
Severus pulled one of my legs from around his waist and hooked it over his elbow. Leaning forward, he pounded me harder and faster until I could hear the wet slap of our flesh.
"Don't close your eyes," he ground out, and I forced my lids open, unaware that they'd fallen shut from pleasure. His gaze burned me, and long before I expected to come again, I found myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. My nails curled in the sheets as I tumbled howling into pleasure, and as I fell, one thought flashed through my mind.
"Gods, I love that man."
His eyes widened, and he exploded inside me, the tendons on his neck standing out in stark relief.
In slow motion, he tumbled down on top of me, his face pressed into my neck and his chest heaving. I squirmed a bit, the wool from his frock coat itchy against the tender flesh of my chest. "Thank goodness," I said as I stroked his back. "I'm so glad you're perverted."
He began to laugh helplessly against my neck, and I squealed when he bit me. "That was not perverted, my dear. Just dirty and intense."
"Oh goodie. So we've got lots of ground to cover to get to the United Kingdom of Perversion."
With an exhausted gesture, he wordlessly and wandlessly Divestoed himself of his clothing. Nuzzling into my chest, he murmured, "Yes, lots."
I awoke in the middle of the night to Snape trying to shove my entire left tit into his mouth, and his erection nudging my hip.
"I can smell your breath from here, Severus. Go brush your teeth and then come back," I murmured, half-asleep still.
Grumbling, he disentangled his limbs from mine and padded to my bathroom naked, erection bobbing proudly. "I think perversion for you would be defined by a lack of dental hygiene."
"Maybe so," I yawned and watched him open the door with my eyelids partially-closed. Suddenly, my heart dropped into my feet. I sat up and shouted, "Wait!" just as the lights flickered on.
"Good lord, the angle IS that jaunty!" my mirror-Snape exclaimed, amazed. "Jump up and down! Like this!"
"Hermione?" Severus asked, sounding bemused.
"Yes, dearling?" I whispered.
"Why is my mirror image waggling its genitals at me?"
Sagging with relief, I realized that he didn't grasp that the mirror had been charmed to always reflect naked, erect Severus since currently, he was naked and sported an erection.
"It's a pervert mirror. Come back to bed now. You can waggle your genitals at me any time you like."
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